life is like a constellation of interconnected stars scintillating in the blackened sky, some parts of it flicker and burn out, while others stay strong and bright, ready to burst with passion and fire.
we are also reminded of these simple constellations when we trace the beautiful black dots on our young lover's skin, and these dots are a reminder of the fact that we are made to shine, and revel in the limelight.
they taught you right from the start that you were born in the shadows of your parents, and that you will die in the shadows of your parents. they make a world for you and expect you to live in it when your world is waiting for you to shape it.
so when will you?
YOU ARE READING
nostalgia.
Poetry❛ we are so obsessed with preserving memories that we forget to make them. ❜ • • • completed.
